End Up Here
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  • Parts 47
  • Time 6h 13m
  • Reads 853
  • Votes 52
  • Parts 47
  • Time 6h 13m
Complete, First published Sep 20, 2014
He places the necklace and bracelet in my hand, I stand there in shock, not knowing what to say. He turns around and takes one step back towards the stage, "Lucas Robert Hemmings, you have something of mine."

He turns around to face me, trying to hold things together, but failing, "What?"I pause a second trying to think if this is to chiche or cheesy. Screw it, "My heart," he steps towards me and I smash my lips into his before he has a chance to say anything. He wraps his arms around the small of my back and I don't hesitate to wrap my arms around his neck. 

Our kiss lasted for a few seconds before we pulled away and rested our foreheads together. Even though our kiss was only a few seconds it had so much passion and hunger in it that could last a lifetime.
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"I saw you last night, at Starbucks, I don't think you saw me though, you looked pretty concentrated on what you were writing." I started giggling and hid my face in my hands. "What?" "I was thinking of a name to use for one of the main characters in my story I'm writing and I heard the barista call your name and I thought it was such a beautiful name so I used it." He looked so touched. "You're writing a story about me?" His hand was over his heart. "That is the most heartwarming thing I've ever heard." "Well, It's not really about you... just your name." His smile fell from his face. "Well, why don't you just write about me then?" "I don't know you though." He leaned in closer. "Isn't that what writers do? They make things up." He put his arm around the back of the couch; his fingers lightly touched my shoulder and I felt myself blush again. "I guess, ya." "Good. Then it's settled. You're going to write about me." He said with that breath taking smile.